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by Michael Plante I met my wife when I looked into hereyesI saw fear, speculation, and wonderment.It was on a cold winter’s nightsnow was gently fallingthe world was waiting for our union-shipshe was waiting for love. In the darkness of that nightI could see the city’s lightshear the wind as it swept the snowand the…
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by Michael Plante I woke the howling wake to see where it would take medown upon the river’s edge where the moon rose on a night such as this.I spoke to the voices of the past that sat there silentwaiting for my arrival so they could exist.Things of the night we don’t speak of transpireas…
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by Michael Plante I was deemed defiant as a child,which translates to, “he does get along with others”.Possible autism, poor motor control and a speech impediment.Some things can be corrected, others cannot. After the source of the fire was revealed,after the court hearing,after the many tests and doctors,they said, “he emotionally upset with his parents’…
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by Michael Plante Remember me as I was,for time has stolen my mindand my body has come to still.I shall never sail the water’s deep again,or twist the tides of youth.Those days are goneas is my mind. Open to a page,any page will do.Caress the words that flow the memoriesof my journey that saw a…
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by Michael Plante Plumes released into the night skya million stars to play withstreet dancers call out to dreamerswanting more than they can handle. A piece of luxury upon my pipepays the rent above the soilhell pays the price when the wicked come to restlike the rust that consumes heaven’s gates. We all chase illusions…
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